User blog comment:Llamao/Kotir Reborn/@comment-1298206-20120122040837/@comment-3474228-20120122044317

The otter stirs weakly and rolls over, groaning. Blood slowly trickles from a wound on his cheek as he struggles to sit up. He falls back down, however, and lets out a sigh. He points to a small cove nearby, covered in a layer of seaweed and rasps out. "Help..."